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Freedom
was
born
a
freed
son
on
a
free
day
in
freetown
in
a
freed
way,
that
is
why
there
is
demostration
of
craze
in
a
freetown.
Free
as
the
inhale,
free
as
the
whale.
Free
monarchy,
free
mercy.
Free
as
freetown
who
is
not
free,
but
under
decree.
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This a journey of old.
Tales written and
unwritten. We know
where we are coming
from but not where
we go. 1st october, first
born of october,
nigeria rejoice. Of
freedom; a saved
safe kingdom. Not the
woe nor war can fence
our path. Happy
birthday to my dear
country.
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Like
a
bitter
medicine
use
for
health
recovery.
What
a
bittertaste.
I
have
planted
no
gem
in
destiny,
no
fantasy.
Whatever!
Lust
and
glutony
came
to
my
birthday.
Favour
will
come
to
my
burial.
This
is
crucial
and
needs
urgent
solve.
The
man
who
died
of
hunger
was
buried
in
a
gold
coffin.
Imagine
that......
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Some body
lied that
some body died
on the
cross,
and became a
curse for all
humanity
Without
immunity. It
is not a
tale it
has a head and
tail, the word
became flesh the
old, also the fresh.
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Every
super
star
has
a
scar;
i
can't
even
count
mine,
yet
a
star
must
shine:
a
star
must
rise,
a
must
be
wise.
Not
take
darkness
for
light,
tho'
death
gives
life,
Tho'
you
can
not
share:
i
know
you
care.
I
know
you
see,
i
know
you
can
feel.
My
power
makes
me
weak,
but
i
must
speak.
Weak
but
not
tired,
rejected
but
not
fired.
I
am
here
for
good,
where
the
great
once
stood.
Yes
i
do
belong.
So
correct
me
when
wrong.
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I will go, I
will sow.
I've ran for
you, i will
cry for you.
I will bark,
crawl and
turn my
back for
you. send
me i will
go.
Satisfaction
guarantee.
To you
royalty i
swear to
sweep the
land ans
clean you
garment,
to answer
your call
and run
the errand.
I am yours.
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A tinker once ask his
fiancee 'who are mine to
you', the lady answered.
'i am to you who you are
to me'. She ask the same
question he gave the
same answer. They know
that deep within them
that they've trait and
cheated in each absent.
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It
is
now
rags,
but
only
heaven
knows
how
i
feel
and
what
i
think
of
this,
that
was
a
dream
in
captivity.
Men
wave,
the
leaves
greets
us
too,
but
this
rag
guarantees
my
freeman.
I
clothe
in
what
should
be
your
rags
but
i
love
my
fate.
'Glow
lit,
fly
high,
fade
away
in
my
death,
defeat
the
fit,
sing
with
unheard
tune
like
the
birds
because
you
are
a
blessing'
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I
dreamed
you
bought
a
gift
for
me
on
my
bestday,
you
reply
my
thought
with
a
smile
on
my
byday.
Happy
to
know
it
was
a
dream.
I
wrote
some
sounds
in
the
air,
my
melody
was
mixed
with
the
desire
to
toy
you
with
my
tongue
and
lips
full
of
you.
But
the
dream
kept
us
to
far.
Happy
birthday
you
are
heard.
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Wake, work, wait for
justice. At the justified
place, in a justified way
at a justified time. Wait
for justice. For God's time
is the best.
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